I picked up a guitar at about 13 or 14 to impress girls. Unfortunately all my mates were actually decent musicians so I ended up looking crappy by comparison (it’s fair, I was). A friend suggested I play bass but I had no idea about it and the strings felt too floppy after the guitar. Anyway I wanted to be front of stage soloing. I lived in a small village with no access to music teachers and my parents couldn’t afford the sax I wanted instead. I never put the time in on the guitar and just strummed until I was about 20 and then I just let playing music go for years. Thirty years later my wife decides to take up drums. I spent about a week mulling over my lack of commitment as a teenager. I still had my acoustic and I got it out and strummed but something didn’t feel right. I went to a music shop and picked up a bass. How could I have been so arrogant and stupid all those years ago! It felt like mine from the second I picked it up. Everything fell into place - the music I like is all driven by grooves. All this time I could have been playing, making friends and having fun!
I’ve been playing just about everyday for 4 years now.